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‘Very well, then. It’s true.’
With his open hand he pushed down air briskly.
‘Stop!’
The upshot was that they had exchanged viewpoints like
debaters. Kaethe admitted to herself that she had been too
hard on Dick, whom she admired and of whom she stood
in awe, who had been so appreciative and understanding
of herself. As for Franz, once Kaethe’s idea had had time to
sink in, he never after believed that Dick was a serious per-
son. And as time went on he convinced himself that he had
never thought so.

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